Canary of the gods

In a hotel building located in the center of Yokohama, in a high-rise room.

The prisoner who caused the chaos was condescendingly looking down at the vehicles queuing up like ants through the large and bright floor-to-ceiling windows, as well as the crowded and noisy pedestrians with panic-stricken expressions.

His figure was reflected on the glass window. It can be seen that his expression was relaxed, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, he seemed to be in a good mood, and he even hummed a cheerful little song.

In the room, apart from the sound of him humming a ditty, there is only a sound of a clear rhythm.

"Drip-drip-"

Following the sound, he found that the notification sound came from behind him, behind the door, on the wall, on the table, on the chair, on the floor, on the sofa... the time bombs piled up in the room.

The countdown on the bomb was displayed as one hour, two ten minutes, and as the numbers on the countdown beating, overlapping notification sounds came from all directions, constantly stirring the nerves of the people in the room.If there are other people in this room, they will probably be frightened by the countdown to the death of this cold machine and become mentally disturbed.

But the ones staying in the room now are the prisoners who installed the bombs one by one.Instead of feeling panic and fear, he was extremely happy.It seems that it is not a warning sound of approaching death, but a rare joy in the world.

At this time, the doorbell of the room was suddenly rang.

The moment the prisoner heard the doorbell, he was startled.The previous relaxed and happy look disappeared, he frowned, and subconsciously pressed his right hand on his lower back - there was a pistol pinned there.

He didn't rush to open the door, but walked to the computer by the desk and checked the surveillance camera at the door.

Standing outside the door was a man dressed as a hotel waiter, pushing a dining cart in his hand, waiting for him in the room to respond.

"Sir, you ordered room service."

The prisoner stared blankly at the man in the picture who raised his hand to ring the doorbell again, and snorted coldly.

He never ordered room service, where did this guy come from?

Besides, isn't everyone busy running for their lives right now?I'm afraid he doesn't know there is a scam for coming to the door so carelessly?

However, it really surprised him that these people came to the door so quickly.

He was so careful, with false identities layered upon layer, and the location of his hiding place was chosen again and again. Considering that the most dangerous place was the safest place, he chose the city center with the densest crowds.Similarly, there are as many hostages here as there are enough for the police who come to the door to throw a mouse.

In addition to the monitoring at the door, he carefully checked the corridors, elevator entrances, and even the hotel door, and found no suspicious persons.

Seeing this, the prisoner was puzzled.

Could it be...he was the only one here?

But what can he do alone?

It's useless to think so much, if there is only one person...

He just had such an idea when the waiter standing at the door suddenly raised a handwritten card towards the surveillance camera, startling the prisoner.

I took a closer look, and there was actually written on it: Anyway, I am the only one, invite me to come in and sit down~

The waiter suddenly raised his head and smiled at the prisoner behind the screen.

Seeing that guy's face, the prisoner, who was already in shock, became even more terrified.

This guy……

Wasn't it Osamu Dazai, the cadre of the port mafia who defected four years ago? !

So this guy is still alive, even hiding in Yokohama?Hadn't the port mafia sent someone after him?What was the defection back then...

Just as his thoughts were flying wildly, Osamu Dazai, who was standing at the door, showed a card to the monitor, which read: I know what you want, why don't you talk to those policemen?for example……

The words on the card ended here, but the prisoner's heart was pounding, and he had some vague guesses.

Sure enough, in the next second, Osamu Dazai pulled out the card, which read: How did this leader of Hong Kong gangsters overthrow the previous leader?

The prisoner's eyes widened slightly.

After showing the other party the three cards, Osamu Dazai habitually wanted to put his hand in his coat pocket, but he missed it unexpectedly.Only then did he come to his senses, he was wearing the uniform vest of a hotel waiter, not the long coat he wore when he came here.

However, such a small episode did not embarrass him for too long, because the door of the room in front of him was quickly opened.

The prisoner stood not far from him, with his arms raised flat, the black muzzle of the gun aimed at his forehead, and he said pointedly: "I have heard of you for a long time, the former port mafia, Dazai cadre."

"Oh, I'm just a little waiter now, please don't call me by such an unlucky name?" Osamu Dazai sighed helplessly, "Please forgive me".

The prisoner raised his eyebrows, then glanced behind him, and said warily, "Is there anyone else besides you?"

Osamu Dazai said gently, "There are no less people looking for me than you over the years. I have to hide and guard against people. Who do you think I will bring?"

This is true.

After all, one of the top five cadres of Hong Kong gangsters defected if he said he would defect.How could the port mafia, who had been slapped so big, let him go so easily.

For the crimes that Dazaiji once committed when he was in the port mafia, even if he used Hong Kong black secrets to join the righteous side, he wouldn't be released after four years of imprisonment, right?Besides, the police have not launched any major operations against the port mafia in recent years.So... This guy is actually also avoiding the pursuit of the two major forces of the police and the port mafia?

Probably.

The prisoner who thought he had guessed the truth did not let down his vigilance because the other party was only one person. After all, he was facing the well-known Dazai Osamu in the underground world.

He raised his chin towards the dining car and signaled, "Just come in, and you don't need the gift you brought."

"Huh? Wouldn't it arouse suspicion by putting it at the door?"

"I have booked this floor with different identities, and at this time, there will be no uninterested staff coming up to disturb you, so you can rest assured."

"Yes--" Osamu Dazai shrugged, raised his hands very cooperatively and walked into the door, and kicked the door shut with his heels.

The two stood face to face for a while.

Osamu Dazai glanced at the room, as if he didn't see the bombs everywhere in the room at all, his eyes didn't stay on those dangerous gadgets, but landed on the sofa in the reception area as if nothing had happened.

He smiled and said to the prisoner, "Should we just stand like this?"

"Hmph, you seem to be relaxed, and you're not afraid that I'll shoot you? Or just be buried with me?" the prisoner said mockingly.

"Oh really!" Osamu Dazai said happily, his eyes sparkling, "Then I have to thank you!"

"..."

The other party choked suddenly, and belatedly remembered that one of the rumors about this guy back then was that he liked courting death.It was also rumored that during the port mafia years, Osamu Dazai himself got himself into the hospital far more times than his enemies put him in the hospital.

The prisoner thought for a while, waved the gun in his hand, and motioned him to sit on the sofa.

"Since you want to talk, let's sit down and talk slowly."

"Okay~" Osamu Dazai sat down on a single sofa unceremoniously.I don't know whether it was intentional or not, when he sat down, his elbow inadvertently touched the bomb on the armrest of the sofa.

Strangely, in the next second, the bomb disappeared under the eyes of the two of them.

"Oh." Osamu Dazai showed surprise, "Is it okay?"

This guy's supernatural ability, as the rumors say, is the nullification of the supernatural ability...

The prisoner knew something in his mind, and without showing any strangeness on his face, he pointed his thumb behind him and said, "There are still more."

Osamu Dazai smiled: "It's true."

Putting this episode aside, the prisoner still held his gun and sat down at the place farthest from Osamu Dazai, surrounded by countless bombs.

"Aren't your hands tired?" Osamu Dazai looked at him purely curiously.

"Don't worry about Mr. Dazai." The prisoner still didn't intend to put down the gun, "Your time and mine are precious, so should we get to the point now? What exactly do you want to come to me?"

"I'm really impatient...that's fine." Osamu Dazai crossed his legs, put his hands on his knees, and threw a suggestion at the other party unhurriedly, like thunder, it exploded in the whole room.

"Are you interested in the position of the head of the Port Mafia?"

"What?!" The prisoner's eyes widened suddenly, and his heart was pounding.Although his first reaction was "impossible", it has to be said that he actually has such a longing.

"How is it impossible?" Osamu Dazai said in that soft, bewitching tone, "At the beginning, no one thought that the person who replaced the former leader of Hong Kong gangsters would be an ordinary resident doctor."

"..."

The prisoner unconsciously licked his dry lips.

"I heard that when Mr. Sen came to power, you were his witness?"

"That's right." Dazai Osamu's eyes suddenly became dark and unclear. Although he was smiling, the absurdity did not reach his eyes. "I watched him cut off the neck of the former leader with my own eyes."

"Gudong"

The prisoner swallowed unconsciously, and his neck felt cold, as if the guy whose neck had been cut off was himself.

"Then you come this time..."

"To be honest, I'm already tired of such boring hide-and-seek games." As he said, Osamu Dazai pulled his waiter vest, "As you can see, I'm not doing well now, so I occasionally will feel sorry..."

"Regret your defection?"

"No, I regret why I didn't cut off Mr. Mori's neck directly." A cold light flashed in his eyes, his tone was soft, but the words he said were like sharp knives, "Once the leader dies, there will be chaos inside Hong Kong, Of course they don't have time to meddle in my affairs."

"I see, so now you..." The prisoner let go of the gun at some point, looking down slightly, thoughtfully.

"I heard that the police launched a big operation against an illegal organization some time ago. If it's not what I expected, it should be your organization, right?"

"..." Although the other party didn't speak, his silent attitude had already answered the question.

Osamu Dazai exchanged his crossed legs, and then said: "With all due respect, instead of taking revenge on the police in such a way of burning everything together, why don't you use this incident to plan for yourself and go further? If you succeed this time , Maybe your brothers who have been caught in the situation, no one dares to touch them anymore?"

"..." The prisoner looked at Osamu Dazai with flickering eyes, waiting for him to say something.

"When I saw you on TV, I thought this was an opportunity." Osamu Dazai smiled and handed the honey wrapped in poison to the other party, "The port mafia has a lot of business in Yokohama, they can't We were indifferent to this incident. While those guys were mobilizing and focusing on bomb detection and discharge, we quietly went around behind them and directly took the general's head... What do you think?"

"..."

Undeniably, he was moved.

Seeing the other party lost in thought, the corners of Dazai Osamu's mouth were raised high, feeling very happy.

Next...the last step left...

At the same time, in the corridor separated by a door.

Several gunmen dressed in black came out of the surrounding rooms and quickly moved to the front of the room where the dining car was parked. They surrounded the room and blocked the only exit of the room.

Then a few "clicks" were heard, the bullets were loaded neatly, and the long or short barrels were aimed at the door in unison.